Skiing

Last weekend I went skiing with my dad and my boy scout troop on Sugar Mountain. One person in my troop went snow boarding. He got into a fistfight with the mountain. The mountain won. (He broke his wrist and had to go home when we got back to the campsite.) Phillip, Tyler and I took a lesson. By the time the lesson was done, we only had enough time to go down the beginner slopes once before it was lunch. I fell once at the beginning because a snowboarder fell right in front of me and my friends went ahead. Then my dad helped me up and we talked for five minutes or so, then I went zooming down the slope with my dad behind me, trying to tell me to slow down. About halfway down I found Phillip and Tyler; both of them had just fallen. I almost ran over Tyler’s handhold stick or whatever it’s called on the way past them, but I lifted up my ski went over it. Then I continued my rapid ascent to the bottom where I finally stopped and found out that my dad had been chasing after me the whole time. Then he said that it was lunchtime and I should go eat. So I went and looked for everybody else for about fifteen minutes or so, then I found them at one of the picnic tables behind the resort. After lunch I put on my skis and went down the intermediate slope. I got off at the first stop, about halfway to the top, then quickly skied down to the bottom. I was scared-I was going faster than I did on the beginner slopes, and I was once again passing everybody else. when I tried to stop on the slope, I couldn’t. I could stop at the bottom without crashing to stop, but it was still pretty scary. It was fun, though! I went down it a few more times, then once I decided to go the second stop. When I got off, I went speedily down the slope once again- although this time there was one difference. I crashed. I guess I was leaning forward too far, because I went rolling slash sliding down the mountain for about 30 feet. That was probably my favorite part. There was a snowboarder on the side of the path taking a rest, and when I fell, he said,”Dude, that was gnarly!” I fell once later on, but it wasn’t as big as this one. I want to go snowboarding next year!

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